Post by EssGee on May 1, 2013 2:46:17 GMT -5
(Sprite/small image here)
Age: 25 [DoB: 02-02-1988]
Gender: Male
Occupation: Breeder (also of Pokemon. ..No not in that-- you know what forget the joke moving on.)
Orientation: On the Kinsey scale, he's a -1. He doesn't care that that's not a thing.
Appearance:
Alaric stands 6'2½" and weighs about 155-165lbs at any given time. He is moderately pale with long, straight, blindingly-golden hair, which he often boasts as "being accepted currency in some countries". It is definitely entirely natural and he is offended you would suggest otherw-ifyoulookunderthatbathroomsinkheswearstoGodhe'll--- ERHEM. Oh look we were continuing the description.
He likes to describe himself as having a "runner's build", or being "lean but toned", and what muscle he has is usually fairly defined; but the truth is more just that he has an extremely high metabolism and can't gain weight or bulk up no matter how hard he tries. Without a shirt, his ribs are pretty clearly visible. Also visible would be two prominent scars: one running down the left side of his chest from near his collar bone to around the bottom of his rib cage, and one more-or-less-horizontally across his left side a bit lower than that. One will also see hair. Glorious manly chest hair.
His face is rather long and thin, accented further by a slightly-jutting chin, thin jawline, and very large (tall and long, but thin), slightly crooked nose (which has been broken at least once). His eyes are mostly light green, with a bit of blue and gray mixed in. For years he wore a petite goatee, and while he'd go without shaving for a few days at a time and get kind of scraggly, he'd always keep that style overall. Upon coming to Youso, however, he has finally given up his signature style, and one might find him wearing any given style of beard (not usually too long or bushy, though, as that takes more time and commitment to achieve in the first place) on any given day, or on very rare occasion might even find him clean-shaven. Never just a mustache, though, because that would make him look like a cartoon villain and yes that is really the best reasoning he can come up with. It is worth noting his facial hair is notably darker than the liquid gold on his scalp, but lightens a bit if he keeps it long enough.
Personality:
[wip but hey Riku knows it? :B *SHOT*]
History:
[It's funny because I actually thought I stood a chance at paraphrasing.]
Alaric was born as minor nobility in a region where nobility was totally relevant, even though power-wise it was basically like being a governor's kid with the exception of being expected by everyone to inherit it instead of just by a 'follow-in-my-footsteps' parent. Unfortunately he did still have that sort of parent, and unfortunately for his parents, he was far more interested in archaic stories and outright fantasy than the reality of his future.
His childhood consisted of many, many, many voyages to faraway lands, battling and befriending dragons and rescuing maidens and mastering incredible arts in physical combat and in sorcery: aka reading about a billion books and playing about a million video games, as well as playing make-believe in the woods around his family's estate. He was obsessed with chivalry and heroism, but while the prior was pretty easy to enact and became a major part of his personality throughout life, he was far more interested in reading about the latter than actually working toward it.
When he was thirteen he was given a Shinx for his birthday, just as his two sisters had gotten their own catty Pokemon when they'd turned thirteen. His parents had hoped it might help distract him from his fantasies, but Honey, as he named the Shinx, quickly became a reluctant but active partner in crime instead.
At fifteen, as he came closer to adulthood and his grades fell lower than ever, his parents decided enough was enough. They took all the books and entertainment devices from every room to which he had access, locked the libraries and forbade him entrance, anything they could think of. He still managed to get ahold of some 'contraband' now and then, but soon took up a new hobby to fill the time: sewing.
His interest in it was fierce, and fiercely confusing to his parents... and a little bit worrisome to his father, who loved his girls deeply but really did hope for grandchildren that carried his last name, too... However, his wife assured him that this did not mean anything and that their son always seemed quite interested in girls (even if he was terribly shy around them), and at least it was constructive, right?
...Right?
Well, he did seem to spend an awful lot of time on it compared to the finish products they saw, and his grades didn't seem to be improving, so maybe he just...?
Then just after he turned sixteen, they found the hoard of cosplay outfits he'd been making, and his mother all but gave up and his father more or less lost it (in Alaric's opinion anyway), deciding the obvious reaction to this was to put Alaric in a military school.
But hey. There were girls there! ..You know. About three of them, and each one too determined to prove she could keep up with the boys to worry about much else, because girls were "allowed" there, but that didn't mean they were very welcome. Thus, for all intents and purposes, it was essentially an all-boy's school. And Alaric hated every minute. Having had private tutors at home all his life, his social interactions with peers had always been limited and awkward, and he was completely unprepared for something of this level. Standard heckling and hazing common to any new student affected him far worse than intended and, combined with his terrible relationship with his father in contrast with being closer to his mother and sisters, gave him a lifelong distaste for 99.9% of human males.
Ignoring that, though, he tried to look on the bright side, at first. He'd been sent here for all the wrong reasons, in his opinion, but his dad had been right about one thing, though he'd never say so aloud: Alaric always wanted to be a great hero, and this was his chance to actually learn to be one!
There was just one problem, and that one problem was 'most of everything'. Even after months of training he had trouble using a sword. (Guns in the region were extremely limited and considered highly taboo for any save the most secret forces of the military. They learned to shoot basic handguns, briefly, but traditionally the country's military consisted of more traditional, less explosive weaponry, and powerful Pokemon.) He never could get used to heavy armor, and it didn't help that none ever fit his scrawny figure just right. He tried getting some customized, but was told if he wanted custom armor, he'd have to learn to make it himself, and-- SHOCKINGLY-- blacksmithing was slightly different than tailoring. Just as shockingly, a smith's hammer was not an ideal tool for him either.
It wasn't quite all bad. He did wonderfully with Pokemon. He was an excellent rider, having had plenty of practice with his family owning many horses. He did pretty well with daggers.. but they weren't considered primary weapons, and didn't earn him much credit.
Moreover, though, his grades improved drastically. When he wasn't able to participate in the few training exercises he enjoyed, it turned out academics were actually the best Escape Rope he had from the ones-- and the people-- he hated. In truth he'd always enjoyed learning; other things were just a lot more fun. Without them, he actually applied himself.
A little over two years later, he'd made minimal progress in the whole 'military' part, but was doing wonderfully academically, and, with everyone from his parents to his instructors losing hope that he'd ever accomplish the physical goals set before him, he finally obtained permission to leave and attend a normal school instead.
His father wasn't thrilled-- he was a veteran himself, and enjoyed sparring for recreation and working out even now, and it disappointed him to see his son had turned out... lesser, in that regard-- but this was still good. His hopes went as high as the cynic dared to allow them to go. If his son could learn about politics, or even business or something, he could still make a wonderful heir after all!
He majored in Literature and minored in History, with an interest mostly in obscure world history and past culture, and little interest in current events.
There was also a far more detrimental kink in the plans: there actually were girls in college.
Initially, Alaric was just that cute guy (cute more via actions than appearance by a significant margin even) who was kind of flirty but ultimately pretty shy and a total sweetheart and perfect bffsy material save for the fact that he could be a bit scatterbrained about keeping up with people's schedules and things.
Then he met Lilah.
[cont. tomorrow omg it's 4am I'm sorry it's not in WIP bios I'll try to finish tomorrow]
Misc:
[wip]
RP Sample:
[hurr reekooz]
Alaric Lothar Egilart
Age: 25 [DoB: 02-02-1988]
Gender: Male
Occupation: Breeder (also of Pokemon. ..No not in that-- you know what forget the joke moving on.)
Orientation: On the Kinsey scale, he's a -1. He doesn't care that that's not a thing.
Appearance:
Alaric stands 6'2½" and weighs about 155-165lbs at any given time. He is moderately pale with long, straight, blindingly-golden hair, which he often boasts as "being accepted currency in some countries". It is definitely entirely natural and he is offended you would suggest otherw-ifyoulookunderthatbathroomsinkheswearstoGodhe'll--- ERHEM. Oh look we were continuing the description.
He likes to describe himself as having a "runner's build", or being "lean but toned", and what muscle he has is usually fairly defined; but the truth is more just that he has an extremely high metabolism and can't gain weight or bulk up no matter how hard he tries. Without a shirt, his ribs are pretty clearly visible. Also visible would be two prominent scars: one running down the left side of his chest from near his collar bone to around the bottom of his rib cage, and one more-or-less-horizontally across his left side a bit lower than that. One will also see hair. Glorious manly chest hair.
His face is rather long and thin, accented further by a slightly-jutting chin, thin jawline, and very large (tall and long, but thin), slightly crooked nose (which has been broken at least once). His eyes are mostly light green, with a bit of blue and gray mixed in. For years he wore a petite goatee, and while he'd go without shaving for a few days at a time and get kind of scraggly, he'd always keep that style overall. Upon coming to Youso, however, he has finally given up his signature style, and one might find him wearing any given style of beard (not usually too long or bushy, though, as that takes more time and commitment to achieve in the first place) on any given day, or on very rare occasion might even find him clean-shaven. Never just a mustache, though, because that would make him look like a cartoon villain and yes that is really the best reasoning he can come up with. It is worth noting his facial hair is notably darker than the liquid gold on his scalp, but lightens a bit if he keeps it long enough.
Personality:
[wip but hey Riku knows it? :B *SHOT*]
History:
[It's funny because I actually thought I stood a chance at paraphrasing.]
Alaric was born as minor nobility in a region where nobility was totally relevant, even though power-wise it was basically like being a governor's kid with the exception of being expected by everyone to inherit it instead of just by a 'follow-in-my-footsteps' parent. Unfortunately he did still have that sort of parent, and unfortunately for his parents, he was far more interested in archaic stories and outright fantasy than the reality of his future.
His childhood consisted of many, many, many voyages to faraway lands, battling and befriending dragons and rescuing maidens and mastering incredible arts in physical combat and in sorcery: aka reading about a billion books and playing about a million video games, as well as playing make-believe in the woods around his family's estate. He was obsessed with chivalry and heroism, but while the prior was pretty easy to enact and became a major part of his personality throughout life, he was far more interested in reading about the latter than actually working toward it.
When he was thirteen he was given a Shinx for his birthday, just as his two sisters had gotten their own catty Pokemon when they'd turned thirteen. His parents had hoped it might help distract him from his fantasies, but Honey, as he named the Shinx, quickly became a reluctant but active partner in crime instead.
At fifteen, as he came closer to adulthood and his grades fell lower than ever, his parents decided enough was enough. They took all the books and entertainment devices from every room to which he had access, locked the libraries and forbade him entrance, anything they could think of. He still managed to get ahold of some 'contraband' now and then, but soon took up a new hobby to fill the time: sewing.
His interest in it was fierce, and fiercely confusing to his parents... and a little bit worrisome to his father, who loved his girls deeply but really did hope for grandchildren that carried his last name, too... However, his wife assured him that this did not mean anything and that their son always seemed quite interested in girls (even if he was terribly shy around them), and at least it was constructive, right?
...Right?
Well, he did seem to spend an awful lot of time on it compared to the finish products they saw, and his grades didn't seem to be improving, so maybe he just...?
Then just after he turned sixteen, they found the hoard of cosplay outfits he'd been making, and his mother all but gave up and his father more or less lost it (in Alaric's opinion anyway), deciding the obvious reaction to this was to put Alaric in a military school.
But hey. There were girls there! ..You know. About three of them, and each one too determined to prove she could keep up with the boys to worry about much else, because girls were "allowed" there, but that didn't mean they were very welcome. Thus, for all intents and purposes, it was essentially an all-boy's school. And Alaric hated every minute. Having had private tutors at home all his life, his social interactions with peers had always been limited and awkward, and he was completely unprepared for something of this level. Standard heckling and hazing common to any new student affected him far worse than intended and, combined with his terrible relationship with his father in contrast with being closer to his mother and sisters, gave him a lifelong distaste for 99.9% of human males.
Ignoring that, though, he tried to look on the bright side, at first. He'd been sent here for all the wrong reasons, in his opinion, but his dad had been right about one thing, though he'd never say so aloud: Alaric always wanted to be a great hero, and this was his chance to actually learn to be one!
There was just one problem, and that one problem was 'most of everything'. Even after months of training he had trouble using a sword. (Guns in the region were extremely limited and considered highly taboo for any save the most secret forces of the military. They learned to shoot basic handguns, briefly, but traditionally the country's military consisted of more traditional, less explosive weaponry, and powerful Pokemon.) He never could get used to heavy armor, and it didn't help that none ever fit his scrawny figure just right. He tried getting some customized, but was told if he wanted custom armor, he'd have to learn to make it himself, and-- SHOCKINGLY-- blacksmithing was slightly different than tailoring. Just as shockingly, a smith's hammer was not an ideal tool for him either.
It wasn't quite all bad. He did wonderfully with Pokemon. He was an excellent rider, having had plenty of practice with his family owning many horses. He did pretty well with daggers.. but they weren't considered primary weapons, and didn't earn him much credit.
Moreover, though, his grades improved drastically. When he wasn't able to participate in the few training exercises he enjoyed, it turned out academics were actually the best Escape Rope he had from the ones-- and the people-- he hated. In truth he'd always enjoyed learning; other things were just a lot more fun. Without them, he actually applied himself.
A little over two years later, he'd made minimal progress in the whole 'military' part, but was doing wonderfully academically, and, with everyone from his parents to his instructors losing hope that he'd ever accomplish the physical goals set before him, he finally obtained permission to leave and attend a normal school instead.
His father wasn't thrilled-- he was a veteran himself, and enjoyed sparring for recreation and working out even now, and it disappointed him to see his son had turned out... lesser, in that regard-- but this was still good. His hopes went as high as the cynic dared to allow them to go. If his son could learn about politics, or even business or something, he could still make a wonderful heir after all!
He majored in Literature and minored in History, with an interest mostly in obscure world history and past culture, and little interest in current events.
There was also a far more detrimental kink in the plans: there actually were girls in college.
Initially, Alaric was just that cute guy (cute more via actions than appearance by a significant margin even) who was kind of flirty but ultimately pretty shy and a total sweetheart and perfect bffsy material save for the fact that he could be a bit scatterbrained about keeping up with people's schedules and things.
Then he met Lilah.
[cont. tomorrow omg it's 4am I'm sorry it's not in WIP bios I'll try to finish tomorrow]
Misc:
[wip]
RP Sample:
[hurr reekooz]